Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

Locked

"All out" Graves voice sounded her the coms so the other soldier and i in the back got up quickly and he opened the door for me to step out which i did, to where I was reunited with Graves. "Would you come with me?" He said as his hand roamed down to my wrist that was resting on my rifle's magazine. I gave him a small nod and he began walking, my feet directly behind his as he paced through a corridor before stopping outside a large steal door. "We're just going to put you in our kit.. if you don't mind." He said as he opened the door, gesturing for me to go in before walking in behind me instantly after.
The door let out a loud bang that sounded like tinder as he closed it behind up, inside the roof all the sides were black except for the steal door which was a dark grey. "Please take off your kit. not clothes, just the protective and military grade parts." He said, leaning against the door awaiting. Hesitantly I began to remove my helmet and tactical vest and it seemed his expression changed from business to questioning. I could feel his eyes looming over me as I changed. "I asked Price for his best close combat soldier.. and he gave me a woman? This is a first..." he remarked to himself as I took off the rest of my kit. "Boots too?" I asked as I hesitated to undo my laces. My eyes finally making eye contact with his. He nodded and I took them off and looked back up to him, his hands were gestured outwards for me to put my kit them which I reluctantly did. "Ah ah, rifle as well." He said just as I was about to walk away, there was nothing wrong with my rifle?? Something was up.

I hesitantly placed my rifle in his arms as well and he flashed me a smug smirk. "We'll be back to you in a few moments with your new kit." He said as he tuned around and left, closing the thick steal door behind him. My heart dropped when I heard the sound of the lever on the other side lock. Shit. He wasn't coming back.

I stood there in shock for a few moments as I examined the situation I was in, i looked down at myself and realised I had nothing apart from my training kit because I always wore it beneath my kit. No tools. No communications. But why me?? If anything I was the least experienced on the team so why would he choose to hold me hostage? I quickly moved to watch the door, my heart racing but trying to keep my breathing controlled and calm. I raised my hand and knocked on the door, no response. "Do you have the kit..?" I asked hesitantly in hopes that I was just overthinking and overreacting and maybe Graves just usually locked doors, I mean this was a different base with different rules and motives so it could make sense but the response I got made my body fill with dread. "Oh, you won't be getting that anytime soon."

I heard his stuck up American voice say back, I wanted to punch him. I shouldn't have been so trusting, I knew this was going to happen, I should have listened to my gut, I should have argued back to Price, i shouldn't have been so stupid.. I stepped back before sitting down on the floor feeling defeated, knowing that I was completely powerless in this situation. 141 wouldn't even question my disappearance until at least a few days time after my due date to come back had passed, and they wouldn't have been expecting contact from me either so it was pointless to fight the Shadows..

All the thoughts were running through my head of 141, I missed them. This mission had gone to fuck all. I was sitting there for hours, my back pressed Against the cold dark walls. I felt my eyes getting heavy as they wandered across the strangely sterile room, all I wanted to do was hug him. Ghost. "Fuck... where are you Ghost..?" I let out in a low, quiet, mix of a whisper and groan. I heard the door click again and immediately my eyes shot open and glared up at it, it was Graves. "You ok down there?~" he said as he made a little sad pouting face, how could such a childish motherfucker pull of force like this? "Do I look ok?" I said back coldly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me angers or upset. He rolled his eyes and came closer to me, crouching down next to me and giving me another one of his smug, sadistic smiles. I watched his hand intently as he removed the glove of one of his hands, revealing his hand and fingers which seemed to have small scars scattered across them. My breathing quaked as his hand moved up towards my face, brushing some of my hair off my face and behind me ear before allowing his fingers to trail down my neck to my collar bone. The feelings of his cold hands against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, which he sighed in response to. 

"Such a pretty one... I haven't seen a woman like you ever before.." he said as his eyes moved from his hand back up into my eyes, his dark blue gaze meeting mine. If Ghost was here, Graves would be taking his last breath right now. He sighed against as with a slight of his hand I saw his arm swoop to my shoulder but it was holding something, immediately I found out what it was though, a syringe. The cold metal slid into my arm as if I was made of nothing but thin air, my eyes clenched close as I felt the liquid pulsing out of the tip. I was in to much shock and pain to react or even breath. As soon as he removed it I let out a heavy breath and slouched forward, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy again but this time much heavier, like the weight of the world was on them. As my consciousness began to fade and my body naturally began to fall forward I felt his hands move around me, and I heard one last comment escape his lips before everything faded.

"such a pity.. I really liked her..."